Fic: Deeper Meanings Part 4
Title: Deeper Meanings
Pairing: Brittany / Santana
Rating: M/18
Summary: Deeper Meanings behind Santana. Domestic Violence exists in this fic.
Spoilers: All to be safe
A/N: First actual Brittana interaction, woop! And a little shameless me plugging myself, or more my twitter, which is Hypno_Green :D. Also this is a short chapter, my bad but it was a nice sort of split.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3
Brittany had gotten a cryptic text from Quinn, something about needing to talk to Santana. But Quinn had refused to go into any more detail when Brittany had tried to get her to spill. Then Santana hadn't answered any text messages or phone calls for the rest of the weekend, from either blonde - Brittany had checked. If it wasn't for the fact that she had been out of town all weekend she would have gone over and made sure that her girlfriend was okay.
That's how she found herself Monday morning stood by her and Santana's lockers, waiting for the Latina. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't worried. It didn't matter that they didn't talk about what happened in the brunettes house, that was going to change today. The blue eyed girl knew and it was an unwritten rule that Santana, no matter how annoyed at her girl, she would never ignore a text from her. Well maybe one but not thirty, especially when each one sounded more and more worried.
She was so lost in her own thoughts that he didn't notice when someone was stood next to her, not till that person lightly rested a hand on her shoulder. The blonde girl jumped, not expecting the physical contact.
"Sorry." The girl that Brittany had been waiting for murmured, her voice suggesting that the apology was about more then just causing the blonde to jump.
Brittany wasn't wasn't one for controlling her excitement and upon seeing her girlfriend was indeed alive and in school today. She happily wrapped her arms around the Latina tightly. The embrace was quickly cut short the moment Brittany felt Santana flinch and hiss in pain. The Dutch girl stood back a little, feeling guilty for causing her pain. But not wanting to give up physical contact she took Santana's right forefinger in her hand.
Brittany took in the appearance of her best friend/girlfriend, there were bags under her eyes, not completely hidden by the make up, and a tiredness in her eyes, not just the type from lack of sleep. "San?"
Both of them hearing the unsaid words in the question. "My Mother took my phone Saturday when I got in, and apparently they had found my other phone." Brittany's eyes widened, Santana just shook her head before continuing. "It was charging and I should have hidden it better. I'd wiped the memory before the party. They don't know about us. They destroyed it though."
Brittany let out a sigh of relief. "I'll get you a new one." She nodded, her worry about the phone easing, but she also knew that Santana brought the phone up just to avoid her question. She gave a gentle tug on the other girl's finger. "San?"
They were both staring right into each other's eyes. "I'm fine."
The fact that she had broke eye contact when talking told Brittany that she was lying. The blonde girl's heart broke a little at the lie, it broke every time she thought about what happened to her. "Don't lie to me, please." Her voice cracking heavily with emotion.
"It hurts, I haven't seen it, but if it's like last time then it's semi-bad, but it'll be ok."
The Latina's voice was one without emotion, Brittany knew the only reason for that was because if she let what she was feeling out now, she'd never get through the rest of the day.
"Do-" The warning bell cut through the question Brittany was going to ask. "lets go." Santana told her, linking their pinkies and pulling her towards their shared first period.
Part 5
Pairing: Brittany / Santana
Rating: M/18
Summary: Deeper Meanings behind Santana. Domestic Violence exists in this fic.
Spoilers: All to be safe
A/N: First actual Brittana interaction, woop! And a little shameless me plugging myself, or more my twitter, which is Hypno_Green :D. Also this is a short chapter, my bad but it was a nice sort of split.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3
Brittany had gotten a cryptic text from Quinn, something about needing to talk to Santana. But Quinn had refused to go into any more detail when Brittany had tried to get her to spill. Then Santana hadn't answered any text messages or phone calls for the rest of the weekend, from either blonde - Brittany had checked. If it wasn't for the fact that she had been out of town all weekend she would have gone over and made sure that her girlfriend was okay.
That's how she found herself Monday morning stood by her and Santana's lockers, waiting for the Latina. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't worried. It didn't matter that they didn't talk about what happened in the brunettes house, that was going to change today. The blue eyed girl knew and it was an unwritten rule that Santana, no matter how annoyed at her girl, she would never ignore a text from her. Well maybe one but not thirty, especially when each one sounded more and more worried.
She was so lost in her own thoughts that he didn't notice when someone was stood next to her, not till that person lightly rested a hand on her shoulder. The blonde girl jumped, not expecting the physical contact.
"Sorry." The girl that Brittany had been waiting for murmured, her voice suggesting that the apology was about more then just causing the blonde to jump.
Brittany wasn't wasn't one for controlling her excitement and upon seeing her girlfriend was indeed alive and in school today. She happily wrapped her arms around the Latina tightly. The embrace was quickly cut short the moment Brittany felt Santana flinch and hiss in pain. The Dutch girl stood back a little, feeling guilty for causing her pain. But not wanting to give up physical contact she took Santana's right forefinger in her hand.
Brittany took in the appearance of her best friend/girlfriend, there were bags under her eyes, not completely hidden by the make up, and a tiredness in her eyes, not just the type from lack of sleep. "San?"
Both of them hearing the unsaid words in the question. "My Mother took my phone Saturday when I got in, and apparently they had found my other phone." Brittany's eyes widened, Santana just shook her head before continuing. "It was charging and I should have hidden it better. I'd wiped the memory before the party. They don't know about us. They destroyed it though."
Brittany let out a sigh of relief. "I'll get you a new one." She nodded, her worry about the phone easing, but she also knew that Santana brought the phone up just to avoid her question. She gave a gentle tug on the other girl's finger. "San?"
They were both staring right into each other's eyes. "I'm fine."
The fact that she had broke eye contact when talking told Brittany that she was lying. The blonde girl's heart broke a little at the lie, it broke every time she thought about what happened to her. "Don't lie to me, please." Her voice cracking heavily with emotion.
"It hurts, I haven't seen it, but if it's like last time then it's semi-bad, but it'll be ok."
The Latina's voice was one without emotion, Brittany knew the only reason for that was because if she let what she was feeling out now, she'd never get through the rest of the day.
"Do-" The warning bell cut through the question Brittany was going to ask. "lets go." Santana told her, linking their pinkies and pulling her towards their shared first period.
Part 5